Chapter 142 Chapter 143 Ambitious Jima
In the early morning, Jima woke up from a beautiful dream and sat on the bed. The remnants of the dream lingered in her mind, but she had forgotten the specifics of it.
She only knew that after reclaiming her extraordinary substance, she lived very happily. The dream was filled with ups and downs, thrilling adventures and also full of sexual happiness and indulgent pleasures.
She couldn’t forget the feeling of immense power in the dream. With just a word, all her desires could be fulfilled.
Just a brief reminiscence of the sweet dream ignited her ambition like a wild fire burning in her chest.
That was an extraordinary substance even higher than diamond grade, something she could control at will.
Jima did not know how long it took her to slowly awaken from the lingering feelings of the dream. She found her heart racing, a bit too excited.
Once I reclaim the extraordinary substance, George will be of no use to me. I will kick him to the curb and announce to him, you have no value to me anymore. … After that, she will turn around and take the saintess, Jenna, by the hand, leaving the betrayed hero to pound the ground and weep.
Jima imagined that beautiful scene, unable to contain herself as she hugged her pillow tightly, laughing and rolling on the bed before regaining her composure. Sitting back on the bed, she opened her personal system and clicked on a task in the task system: “Get rid of the label of a loser.”
The task content was roughly to get back her former extraordinary substance. Originally, Jima wanted to deceive the detection system of the church’s faction, earn points, and exchange for half of the demon lord’s extraordinary substance—mainly because Jima did not yet have the ability to steal it.
But since she was unable to deceive them, she could only roll out of the church with the extraordinary substance of the green dragon.
Thus, the task was indefinitely shelved, but now Jima saw hope again.
Although among the three forces of the dark elves, the church, and herself, she was the weakest. Jima believed in her extraordinary abilities. While her direct combat power was lacking, her ability to stir trouble behind the scenes was strong, and she possessed powerful life-saving and escaping skills that could largely ensure her survival.
A sudden question popped into her mind: But what if George finds out?
A wave of shame flushed her face, and Jima suppressed the impulse to cover her face, quietly convincing herself: “In the face of supreme power, one can be shameless.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Lianxi’s cat ears twitched as she asked, “Master, do you want breakfast? You just mentioned something about supreme power. Is that a command?”
Jima jumped up with a startled “Ah” upon seeing Lianxi and loudly ordered, “Get out!”
“Yes… at your command, Master!”
“And from now on, you must knock before entering! You don’t act like a servant at all.”
“Understood.” Lianxi’s eyes almost filled with tears.
“Quickly go and close the door.”
“Yes, Master.”
The door was gently closed, and a hurried sound of footsteps faded away.
“Phew, that scared me to death, just like when I was fourteen, returning to my room and finding my secretly written novel laid out on my desk.” It was filled with messy maps and a bunch of strange terms.
Jima sat down to continue analyzing.
The murkier the water, the more advantageous it was for her.
Currently, it appeared that the dark elves held a relative advantage. They not only seized the extraordinary substance but also vanished into the mountains, losing all trace. Although the church and the high elf navy were in pursuit, as time passed, the dark elves would surely slip away.
But if she told the church and the high elves the location of the dark elves, it would surely be quite the spectacle.
She smiled and said, “The church needs the mercy of the death wing and swarm queen.”
The church couldn’t locate the dark elves, but she could. Whether through divination or various prophetic spells, they all followed a principle: the deeper the connection, the better the effect.
Her connection with the extraordinary substance was likely second only to the bond between mother and child. The blood bond between mother and child is considered the strongest connection, far beyond that of father and son or siblings.
Thus, Jima only needed to use her soul as a medium to divine the extraordinary substance.
Jima excitedly clapped her hands and stood up, shouting, “Xiao Li! I need to wash my face and change clothes.”
“Master, coming right up.”
After washing up and having a simple breakfast, Jima dove into the alchemy lab.
Sharpening her tools would not delay her work; she planned to make some potions based on recipes that would enhance her magical power and be beneficial for divination.
After several failed attempts, she used gelatinous algae to make a thick, strange potion that could temporarily boost her magical power, then headed to Marin City to replenish her alchemical materials. She also went to purchase some expensive spell services—this took her some time since the mage only served acquaintances, but with a blink of her eyes and a few words, she became an acquaintance.
In the end, Jima spent nearly a hundred gold coins on some processed sea salt and a scroll. These items would be used to protect against various incidents during divination.
Even though the risks were not significant, it was always better to be cautious.
By the time Jima returned home, it was already evening. After a simple dinner, she went into the makeshift casting room. It had originally been cluttered, but Lianxi had sorted it out for a large part of the day.
“If I ring the copper bell, it means there’s a problem, you open the door immediately.”
“Understood, Master.”
After giving her instructions, Jima entered the room. She lit five green candles, sprinkled sea salt in a white circle, and recited the incantations from the parchment roll, completing the protective measures.
She drank the petroleum-like potion and placed a pot of clear water among the five green candles.
The potion burned Jima’s stomach as she began to divine, staring into the clear water in the pot, her surroundings becoming a blur.
Instinctively, she began to utter chants, adjusting her magical power to follow her will.
With my soul as a medium…
She immediately felt the extraordinary substance that once belonged to her was far away, and there was some connection between them.
Where is it?
The water in the pot immediately boiled, releasing a cloud of steam, obscuring her vision. Within the mist, she saw a sprawling field of wheat extending to the horizon, ablaze, with a horned creature walking upright, wielding a blood-stained axe, traversing the field.
A place name floated into her mind: “Duchy of Casson?”
It was a duchy within the Knightly Kingdom of Barto, equivalent to a province, apparently plagued by wild monsters. This continent had never been peaceful, with poorly imitating beasts of upright human form frequently bursting out of the forests, rampaging.
A familiar feeling surged within her as she gazed at a mountain range. She believed that her once-owned extraordinary substance was right there.
“A more specific location.”
The mountain range surged towards her.
“Bang!”
Jima’s forehead felt like it had crashed into a wall, her mind hammered as if struck, causing a splitting headache.
Jima almost lost consciousness; she clung tightly to the remaining sliver of awareness and became a bit clearer.
The previously overlapping scenery became clear. The sea salt was smoking, quickly turning yellow and charred.
Reverse divination curse! Someone was watching the extraordinary substance.
Jima made a quick decision and abruptly cut off the divination; the five green candles extinguished simultaneously. However, a venomous curse seized the last gap, like a poisonous snake, slithering toward Jima’s soul, finding her weaknesses and transforming into a poisoned arrow that sank deep into her chest.
Pain washed over her entire body, reopening old wounds. Jima’s face turned pale as she fell to the ground with a thud.
What a decisive, malicious, and powerful opponent.
Jima pained her way to the copper bell’s cord, pushing herself to crawl towards it. Her trembling hands struggled to gather strength.
Though the venomous curse could not take Jima’s life, it struck her old injury, causing sufficient pain.
“It… feels like my eggs are being crushed,” Jima gritted her teeth and said, “Damn! I must kill it!”
With newfound strength, she crawled to the copper bell cord and yanked it hard.
“Jingling! Jingling!”
The door was pushed open, and Lianxi rushed in.
“Go to this address and find a woman named Jenna.” Jima stuffed a note into Lianxi’s hand.
“I… I can’t read.”
“…..”
Half an hour later, Jima, groaning in pain, finally saw Jenna.
“Please.”
She said this and then fainted with peace.
She originally thought that once she fainted, she would no longer be tormented by the pain of her soul injury, but the pain lingered in the darkness, and the nightmares of old returned to find her. Jima let out a silent moan, hating the one who cursed her, even resenting Saintess Jenna.
It was her healing that had freed her from nightmares and soul wounds for a long time. She had grown accustomed to it.
It was unclear how long passed.
A wave of coolness accompanied by comfortable pressure spread from her chest, dissolving the pain in her heart. Her whole body relaxed, feeling as light as a feather, ready to soar into the sky with the wind.
When Jima opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Jenna’s egg-shaped face behind a snow-capped peak, looking slightly haggard, her fingers coated in essential oil as she pressed on Jima’s slightly rising chest.
“Are you okay?”
Jima’s heart stirred; she turned her head away without speaking, wanting to close her eyes and enjoy that pleasant feeling in her chest.
The back of her head felt soft, and Jima then realized her head was resting on Jenna’s lap.
“Very well.”
“What is this?”
Jenna extended two fingers.
“Two.”
“Two plus two equals?”
“Four.” Jima noticed the sunlight streaming in through the window and asked, “How long did I sleep?”
“All night.” A gentle smile appeared on Jenna’s face: “The book I read a while ago wasn’t in vain.”
Jima felt herself melting in her warmth.
If only I could have Jenna, all the other harem members tied up, wouldn’t compare to just her finger; it’s truly comfortable. If I could possess her, I would call her to massage me every day, playing the role of a nurse…
Jima’s long eyelashes shut as she asked, “Are you referring to the one about vitality?”
“Yes.” Jenna replied, “Your condition was quite complex; I’m glad I could treat you.”
Such concern made Jima momentarily flustered. She had initially thought that Jenna regarded her merely as a test subject; combined with the danger of exposing her identity, she felt resistance.
Being cared for feels so good.
Jima rubbed her head against Jenna’s abdomen and sincerely said, “Sister Jenna is truly amazing.”
“You lazybones, your wound has healed; I need to rest a bit.”
Reluctantly, Jima rose from her comforting lap. She smiled and used a coquettish tone to say to Jenna, “Sister Jenna is too good to me; I want to be treated a few more times.”
“The treatment fee is twelve hundred gold coins.”
Her heart nearly stopped.
“Twelve hundred?”
Jenna nodded, “Materials are quite expensive, and the friendship fee for labor is one hundred.”
“Sister Jenna!” Jima, holding back tears, threw herself into her embrace, “You became so unpleasant talking about money, not at all like a goddess descending to earth…”
Jima paused for a moment and rubbed her ample chest, saying:
“A great blessing turns sour with the smell of gold.”
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Everyone is very enthusiastic and has quickly cast 150 votes, so I must add five more chapters. I have some manuscripts ready and plan to start adding chapters on June 22, as it is the day of the wind indicator, and if the results are not up to standard, I will lose the chance for a wind indicator forever.
